[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

The ripples in the blood pool gradually subsided, and the son of Xie calmed down after eating, and fell into a deep sleep.

"It's a pity, it's only half." Simon sighed regretfully as he looked at the thin baby at the bottom of the pool, "The blood of the world of mortals laughing proudly is really powerful."

"You can't capture him even if you go out yourself?" Ti Mo leaned against a wall, he naturally knew about Emperor Jia's defeat and return last night.

Simon didn't answer, but a strange smile appeared on his face, and he leisurely picked up a glass of red wine beside him and tasted it, as if... he was in a happy mood.

His expression made Ti Mo taste a little different, moved his lips, swallowed the suspicion of "did you do it on purpose", and just looked at Simon suspiciously.

The bat thumping in the dark attracted the attention of the two. The bat flew to Simon's shoulder and turned his head close to his ear. Simon listened for a moment and smiled with satisfaction. He stretched out his hand and took his pale fingers off the shoulder. After stroking the bat, he threw it into the air and let it fly.

Dressed in a black robe, the elegant and dignified Emperor Kai slowly took a sip of his wine and smiled unfathomably, "Next, we will look at the Central Plains people."

The son of evil irrigated with the blood of the so-called pinnacle of the three religions is really exciting.

After relieving Ao Xiao's injury, Long Su ordered Mu Xianfeng to take care of him for the time being, and then went out to gather herbs.As for the safety of Ao Xiao, a defenseless patient, there is no need to worry at all. Anyway, there are two innates sitting in Shulou, so even the emperor Simon would be afraid of such a lineup.

Xianfeng invited the two guests to the Xiyuan pavilion, made tea, and then left with a wink.

After Jianzi and Fojian exchanged simple greetings, they fell into a temporary cold spot—they both had their own opinions on Longsu's suspicion, but at the moment they were staying in Longsu's Shulou Xifeng. It is not convenient to exchange views here.

Sitting like this is a waste of time, Jianzi thought for a while, everyone in Shulou should know something well, and now he is not afraid that the walls will have ears when he says it, so he said: "Buddha sword, do you know Suoguo?"

Looking at the expression of Buddha Sword, he knew that the other party didn't understand it very well, so he briefly introduced a few words about the effect of Suoguo. After Jianzi finished speaking, he said directly: "Long Su can't be trusted."

His tone was not firm, but he had already reached a conclusion.

"But time and weapons..." Jianzi raised doubts.

Putting down the teacup, Fojian said, "The Buddha will give you the answer." Behind him, the broad sword was hidden in its sheath.

"Forget it, then I'll go find the murder weapon, and Ao Xiao's safety will be entrusted to you first."

Jianzi drank his tea, got up and left.

Fojian sat quietly, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.The sun gradually slanted to the west, and there was a flash of light outside the building, it was the return of the owner here.

Hearing the sound, the Buddha sword withdrew from the ethereal realm of sitting meditation. Without saying a word, the Buddha sword on its back opened in response to the sound.

Long Su was still smiling, his eyes were icy cold, he tossed the precious fan casually in his hand, and it instantly turned into a gorgeous sword, Zilong circled around his body and whizzed out, he twisted his body out of its sheath.

For a moment, the two innate sword qi collided fiercely, and the sky was full of murderous aura.

On the marble throne, the king closed his eyes and opened his eyes. He stretched out his hand to catch the bat that flew in from the window. While stroking the pet, he listened, and the smile on his lips became more and more obvious.

Timo just came back from the outside. He had just experienced a fierce battle. His large silver robe was torn apart by the sword energy. He came back angrily, and saw the familiar bats——Recently, Simon frequently sent out these gadgets, sometimes delivering letters , Sometimes inquiring about news, it is obvious that Simon has other plans. Although he did not deliberately avoid it, it seems that he does not intend to involve himself, and the answer is irrelevant when he asks.

The feeling of being left aside made Timo very dissatisfied, he endured and endured, and finally said: "Why, do you care about that partner so much?"

Timo still looked embarrassed when he came back, of course Simon noticed, but since Timo himself didn't want to say anything, he didn't bother to take care of it. He didn't get angry when he heard his questioning, picked up the goblet on one side of the table, Elegantly toasting Timo, his fingers were pale and delicate, reflecting the bright red liquid in the glass, like marble inlaid with rubies, full of icy beauty, "No."

Timo was doubtful, so he raised his wine glass, touched Simon's in the air, and took a sip. Seeing that Simon's attitude was relaxed today, he asked tentatively, "What's the good thing?"

"No, I heard a wonderful show."

"Ok?"

Simon took a sip, and the black cross on the brim of his hat swayed slightly as he lowered his head. He looked confident, and Timo couldn't take his eyes off for a moment.

Simon let go of the bat in his hand, watched the bat fly away from the window, and then explained to Timo, "The truth is broken in the sword."

Timo wanted to ask again, but Simon's expression changed suddenly, and he smiled smugly and coldly, "Here we are."

Simon stood up, walked down the steps step by step from the throne, and raised his glass to the gradually opening gate of the city, "My honored guest, welcome to the city of Jia"

The heavy and hideous gate slowly opened, and the Confucian dragon head slowly approached from the depths of the mist under the dark sky. He walked up the towering steps of the castle with a calm attitude, just like walking in a garden with just spring in the world , rather than the bloodthirsty city of Jia, which is hard to see the sky.

In his hand is the Pishang who has taken off his disguise, the blood on it has dried up, and this sword that was originally pampered is stained with a decisive murderous aura.

Approaching the gate of the castle, Long Su waved his sleeves, and Pishang turned into a fan again. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding the fan swaying, the fingers were full of light, his brows were smiling, he was proud and awe-inspiring, as if he was going to a banquet, he calmly entered the gate in the gate of the city.

The lights in the hall were brightly lit, and the King of Ja City, who had been waiting for a long time, drank the fine wine in his glass with satisfaction.

The blood-red wine was sparkling, rippling in the goblet, and was delivered to the distinguished guests by the castle steward Werther himself.

Long Su looked at the strangely shaped wine glass in his hand, scrutinized it for a while, and said with a half-smile: "Is this glass of wine used by the emperor to plead guilty?"

Emperor Jia, leaning on the throne, smiled noncommittal, "The dragon head can also be used as a welcome wine."

"One glass of wine just wants to offset the great trouble Jai Huang has brought me, and Jai Huang has a good plan."

"Hahaha," Simon lowered his head and took a sip, "Since the dragon head is here, he shouldn't care about it." He looked at Long Su and said meaningfully, "Besides, you have long wanted to join the city, didn't you?" ?”

"Not necessarily, it depends on what kind of price the emperor can offer that will make my heart flutter?"

"Of course, I have a meeting gift, which is also a challenge. It just depends on whether the dragon head is capable of getting it."

"Oh?" Long Su raised his eyebrows with great interest.

Simon winked at Timo beside him, and Timo understood, picked up the wine from Werther, and approached Longsu.He was dressed similarly to Simon, with a proud and aggressive manner, approaching with a drink, saying it was a toast, but it seemed to be a challenge—in fact, it was true. Whether the other party drank it or not, he drank it all in one gulp, "If you want to come to Emperor Jai, you must first pass my test."

"Okay." Long Su put the glass of wine that hadn't touched his lips aside, "I'll drink this glass of wine when I come back."

Song thorn dwelling.

The wound on Jianzi's body is not serious, there is no need for Du Yiwei to invite the genius doctor who rescued Aoxiao Hongchen to take action, simply bandage it, the innate mana will circulate for a week, expel the sword energy, and stimulate the defensive energy with spiritual power to strengthen the skin The interstitial tissue, the wound is slowly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, halfway through the wound healing, Jianzi suddenly cut off the circulation of Wei Qi, stopping the wound healing process.He stopped and thought for a while, put on a white gauze coat, pushed the door open and left.

Under the eaves, King Chali was drinking the cow's blood leisurely to Yue. When he saw Jianzi coming out, he greeted him warmly.

Uncharacteristically, Jianzi looked unusually solemn. He looked at King Chali, and the smiling King Chali couldn't help becoming nervous, "Jianzi, what's the matter?"

"Godfather, please come in, there is something I want to discuss with you."

"Oh, oh, good." King Chali trotted into the house, and when he entered the door, he happened to look up and catch a glimpse of the blood moon in the sky.

The moon tonight was originally big and round, as if shrouded in a layer of light veil, spreading out a circle of purple-red halo, clear and hazy.At this moment, from the corner of the moon, a faint red copper color gradually diffuses, like a veil stained with blood.

Jianzi followed King Chali's eyes and saw the moon, he said slowly, "Today's moon is called Mao Yue, and here we are also called Pearl Moon. As the proverb says, when the moon halos, it is windy at noon. I think tomorrow will be a windy and sunny day." .”

The moon halo is like a pearl, slowly falling from the sky, and the first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrates through the woods, illuminating the dewdrops hanging between the grass leaves.

"You actually..." Timo let out a scream, and struggled violently, trying to escape, but the teeth that suddenly pierced his neck tightly stuck to his carotid artery.

The hunter smiled with satisfaction, his teeth gradually turned into fangs belonging to the bloodthirsty clan, and the blood under the teeth flowed backward rapidly, continuously taking away Timo's vitality.

The sun shone through every corner of the earth and fell on Timo, which was as hot and painful as a fire.

"Simon..." Bingjue, who was gradually losing consciousness, murmured the last call, and suddenly flew into the sun like ashes and disappeared, and his large silver robe fell limply on the ground, being stepped on by the victor carelessly.

Today is a beautiful sunny day, the sun shone warmly on the body, making the already cold and heartless body also have a slight warmth, and the golden eyes turned pure blood red like rubies.

Long Su stood there quietly for a while, but looked at the black-robed king walking from the forest.

With two glasses of wine in his hand, Simon threw one over in the air, and when Long Su took it, he took the remaining one.

Long Su raised his wine glass and shook it slightly towards the sun. The bright red wine became more and more translucent and bright under the sun, reflecting the flowing brilliance, falling between his delicate and magnificent eyebrows and eyes, there was a thrilling beauty in an instant, he He closed his eyes and took a sip leisurely, "This glass of wine really belongs to me."

Simon didn't speak. He took a few steps closer, flipped his hand, and the glass of wine was poured on the ground—it was sprinkled on the edge of the silver robe left by Timo, and soon penetrated into the grass-covered mud. No trace.

Looking at Simon's movements, Long Su turned into a fan in his hand and waved it, "Unfortunately, if the winner is Bing Jue, I'm afraid Emperor Jia will clink glasses with them now."

"It's nothing to be sorry about," Simon said coldly—even if it's a pity, it doesn't take more than a glass of wine. A look of satisfaction and arrogance appeared on his face, "Then, I wish us a happy cooperation." After all, take the first step, Turn around and go back to Jiacheng.

Long Su followed behind him, walked a few steps, stopped suddenly, waved his precious fan, and picked up the silver robe left by Timo on the ground.The silver robe is wide, with a corner cut off by the sword energy. The incision is sharp and crisp. Looking at the scratches left by the sword energy on the back of the silver robe, the technique is free and easy. Long Su knew at a glance whose handwriting it was, and couldn't help frowning, " Sword?"